Subtitle of this chapter: Astrology masters and the god of carnival

Our Master Yuan stopped as he ate, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm telling you three, can you not look at me like this? Your eyes are like I'm a death row prisoner who's eating the last meal, which really affects your appetite."

He rolled his eyes at John and said, "By the way, and you, Mr. McCall. Why are you staying here?"

The man immediately responded, "I'm just watching you have the last supper."

At this time, Miss Helen Brown said with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. McCall! I'll be angry if you say that, and I will never pay attention to you again!"

How many times has this young lady said this?

The young black-haired beauty turned her head and said to Master Yuan, "I'm so angry, don't pay attention to him and eat more. You may not be able to eat it in the future..."

Can she speak?

Mr. Louis Baker was still more steady. He coughed dryly and said, "Yes, Neo. You have to consider the funeral... Well, the future arrangements are here."

"You are all worrying. I said..."

Suddenly, a noise sounded outside, and it turned out that the New York State invoice results had come out.

Mr. Baker said a little restlessly: "Neo, don't you go out and have a look?"

Our Master Yuan took a leisurely sip of tea and said lightly: "What's the difference between whether I look at it or not?"

He suddenly stood up, nodded to the three friends on the table and said, "Everyone, I'm exhausted today. Then I'll go and rest first."

Miss Brown said in surprise: "You can still sleep? This is $500,000!"

Yuan Yan shrugged her shoulders and said, "Why don't you sleep? There will be a big scene tomorrow. How can you achieve if you don't have enough energy?"

As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom, but when he opened the door, he suddenly remembered an allusion, so he turned back.

Our Master Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, if it is good news, don't wake me up, and talk about it later..."

Mr. John McCall said angrily: "If you understand, wake you up if there is bad news, because the bad news cannot be delayed at all."

"John, I can't tell you that you even know the famous sayings of Napoleon I." He raised his index finger and shook it, "But you are wrong. If it's bad news, don't wake me up, so that I can sleep peacefully for the last time in my life!"

"Good night!"

He bowed slightly to the three of them, turned around and walked into the bedroom...

This scene is written in Mr. Louis Baker's memoir "Miracles in the Miracle Family":

Even after so long, I still clearly remember that night, that night called "nyu gamble night". Of course, I can't forget the neo-yuan who made this big news.

At that time, I realized that strange light always flashed in the eyes of my lifelong best friend and business partner, the expression on my face was always so careless, and the corners of my mouth always had a smile that seemed to be there and not actually was full of ridicule.

Yes, it was the weird expression that often appeared in his photos later.

Under the circumstances at that time, we non-parties were quite nervous, but he was so calm and his appetite was surprisingly good. I watched him eat the food for five people.

I don’t know why I no longer worry about him when I saw his expression like this. Because at that moment I had an enlightenment that at this moment, neo who had been betting hundreds of thousands of dollars must know something we don’t know.

Of course, he could not have any insider information, and I dare swear that even my grandfather could not have known the exact difference in electoral votes.

However, for mortals like us, they are naturally clueless in the face of such complex mysteries of history, but for him, the threads are clearly placed there, and the truth of the future can be drawn from the mysteries of history with a slight moment.

neo is like Sherlock Holmes who has grasped the truth. For him, the reason why we Watsons cannot see the future clearly is just because we are too stupid.

"Silly human!"

This is also a catchphrase he often says in private occasions. Although he often says this sentence like a joke, I can often hear the compassion in it.

Since then, I have regarded him as the Holmes in my life. To be more precise, he is my "astrology master".

Like all astrologers, such as the famous Nostradamas, Neo never refused to make clear predictions. But as long as he could pay attention to his words and deeds, it would not be difficult to judge some clues in the future.

I often asked him in a vague or less obscure way, but he always refused to answer this question. Until one day he got drunk very rarely, and I asked curiously again, and that time he answered: pikapika.

Later, I consulted many Chinese-versus-sinologists and even people from all over China (I only realized that there are so many dialects in China at that time), and no one could tell me what 'pikapika' means.

This is written in Ms. Helen Brown’s memoir, “Mother of Love”:

Some people often say that Neo's attitude towards life is too frivolous, and a genius like him can make more contributions to all mankind, especially his compatriots.

But I realized from the night of November 2, 1920 that he was not frivolous or unresponsible, but for him, nothing was important except death... Perhaps death was not a major event worth worrying about.

It’s not that I defended my dual mentor of literature and life, but that he was Dionysus who had mistakenly entered the world. This ancient Greek god of Dionysus had a strange nickname, the strange stranger. And "singular stranger" is also a true portrayal of Neo's life.

Like the Dionysus parade, the sun was as dazzling as the light of the sun. He wore a crown of grape branches and ivy, wrapped in ivy, and walked in front of the team with a magical scepter decorated with pine balls at the top. And I was fortunate to be a little fairy in the forest who followed him.

We entourages were drunk, sang and shouting around him, running around, or dancing happily. Amid the sounds of flutes, reeds and cymbals, the noisy parades marched happily in the beautiful mountains, in the shaded woods, and on the green and flat grass.

We believe devoutly that He can lead us to the other side of bliss!

As for the others, even those great people who are more famous and outstanding than us are just his roadside scenery.

To be honest, before that moment I had some beautiful girls’ thoughts about him, and after that moment, I felt an inexplicable inferiority. Maybe a woman like me is only worthy of being a little fairy in the forest who serves him... No, no, no women in the world are worthy of him!

Those stinky girls later... (Editor's note: There are abridgements here.)

In the memoirs of lawyer John McCall...

He did not leave memoirs, but it is said that he had the habit of keeping diaries. But these diaries were never made public. There is another saying that before he died, all the diaries, correspondence and important documents were burned.

This lawyer's approach was a catastrophe for later generations of "Journalists" because he later became Master Yuan's personal lawyer.
Chapter completed!